Gotta twenty-five dollar bidja-biddle on a five on the five wouldja biddle on aThirty dollar five on a five would ya biddle on a five wouldja biddle on aThirty five.

Well there was a boy from Arkansas who wouldn't listen to his MaWhen she told him that he should go to school.Well He'd stay away in the afternoon, take a little walk and pretty soonYou'd find him at the local auction barn.Well, he'd stand and listen carefully until at last he began to seeHow the auctioneer could talk so rapidly,Well, he said "Oh my, it's do or die, I've got to learn that auction cry,Gonna make my mark and be an auctioneer."

Well the time went by and he did his best and all could see he did not jest.He practiced calling bids both night and dayTill his pappy found him behind the barn just working up an awful stormAs he tried to imitate the auctioneer.And his pop said "Son, we just can't stand to have a mediocre manSelling things at auction using our good name.Gonna send you off to auction school and then you'll be nobody's foolAnd you can take your place among the best."

And from that boy that went to school there grew a man who played it cool,He come back home a full fledged auctioneer.And the people would come from miles aroundJust to hear him make that rhythmic soundThat filled their hearts with such a happy cheer.And his fame spread out from shore to shore, he'd all that he could do and more,He had to buy a plane to get around.Well, now he's the best in all the land, let's pause and give that man aHand'cause he's the best of all the auctioneers